A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Headmaster, we..." Felix drew his wand.

Dumbledore did not answer, but fell into deep thought, as if asleep.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Hermione stomped her feet impatiently.

Dumbledore pondered for a few seconds, and he waved his wand and put several Disillusionment Charms on their heads.

Felix heard the conversation between him and Snape.

"I don't understand, Dumbledore..."

"What, Severus?"

"That kid... Harry Potter, he's dying!"

"Here I am," said Dumbledore briefly.

The conversation ended here, but Felix couldn't help thinking—

Did Dumbledore want to train Potter? Life and death can best inspire a person's courage and potential, not to mention that this old man is standing by the side at the moment, controlling the overall situation.

or……

He suddenly remembered his conversation with Dumbledore when Potter's Parseltongue was exposed. The principal said he still needed to confirm something, what would that be?

Several people approached the battlefield silently. As they approached, Felix found large swathes of shattered ice crystals in the open space, and a dozen slap-sized, blood-stained black scales stuck to half of the collapsed ice wall.

The four came to a surrounding snake stone pillar in front of the clearing, dispelling part of the effect of the Disillusionment Charm - which allowed them to see each other's positions clearly.

"Professor!" Hermione tugged at his sleeve. Behind the stone pillar, a little wizard was lying on the ground, next to him was a bird the size of a slap.

It's Ron and Fox.

"Headmaster, found Weasley."

Dumbledore glanced at the court, "Severus..."

"I'm staring," Snape said without looking back, his eyes firmly fixed on Harry's, his expression very intriguing.

Dumbledore and Felix squatted in front of Ron, his clothes covered with dust and scratches, but his body was not hurt at all.

The little phoenix on the side let out a low cry, as if taking credit.

Apparently it healed Ron.

"Thank you, Fox," Dumbledore said to it with satisfaction.

"Professor, Ron he..." Hermione looked at Ron worriedly.

"He's all right," Felix said, and he tapped the ring on his left hand with his wand, and a bottle of potion flew out and he forced Ron into it.

Ron's eyebrows twitched.

In the open space, the battle that belongs to Harry continues——

He hid behind a boulder, waved his wand in his hand, and the palm-sized magic puppet waved a chill mixed with ice crystals. There are still bits and pieces of white frost on the snake's tail.

Harry nimbly dodged a head-sized rock, and the boulder barrier in front of him was smashed to pieces. He trotted away quickly, but the sound of footsteps caught the basilisk's attention, and the next second, the thick tail swung over.

Harry immediately instructed the magic puppet to stand in front of him, "Chi Chi Chi!" An ice prism appeared out of thin air.

The huge black snake tail slammed down on the head, and after a sour squeezing sound, the icicle and the magic puppet shattered to the ground.

And Harry took this opportunity to tiptoe away.

The three professors hiding in the dark put down their wands at the same time, Felix couldn't help but glanced at the pool of puppet fragments on the ground, just scrapped?

"Professor, I want to help Harry!" Hermione told him.

Felix was silent for a moment, "Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes."

Felix lifted Hermione's Disillusionment Charm while taking a beaded packet from her ring and handing it to her. "I originally wanted to give it to you as a Christmas present, so I'll give it to you in advance - I don't need to say more about the usage, right?"

"No, thank you Professor!" said Hermione cheerfully.

She wasn't worried about Harry's safety, there were two professors and the headmaster, and she wouldn't die, but she didn't want to see Harry fighting the basilisk alone.

They are best friends!

Hermione ducked cautiously in the shadows, walking as lightly as she could.

On the field, Harry struggled to avoid the basilisk's tail and the flying rubble, and without the help of the magic puppet, he suddenly fell into an absolute disadvantage.

Harry hissed: "Quiet down!"

But the basilisk had gone mad, its eyes were blind, which almost foreshadowed its death—either killed or starved. What's more, they also broke into the secret room.

"Kill...kill..." The basilisk hissed and swung its tail towards Harry's sound.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp whistle pierced the air, and an emerald green, wrist-thin vine climbed up the basilisk's tail, forcibly ending its attack.

Harry looked in disbelief.

"Hermione!?"

The little witch wrapped the other end of the devil's vine around the stone pillar to fight the terrifying power of the basilisk. "Harry, run!"

Harry didn't have time to think why Hermione was here, he ran away quickly and tripped halfway, it was the Sorting Hat, brought to him by the big silver bird!

Not long ago, the Basilisk discovered him as an intruder and decided to kill him and Ron. At this time, the Parseltongue was useless, and the "master's order" in its mouth was everything.

At a critical moment, a big silver bird suddenly appeared, not only pecked the Basilisk's eyes, but also brought him a sorting hat after disappearing briefly.

He didn't know why, but he believed that the Sorting Hat must be useful in the current situation.

He picked up the tattered hat and put it on his head, whispering, "Anyway, please help me."

There was no voice to answer him, but the hat squeezed tighter and tighter, as if an invisible hand was desperately clutching the sorting hat on his head.

WOW!

Something heavy and hard landed on top of Harry's head, nearly knocking him unconscious. It was a gleaming silver sword, Harry found, with a brilliant egg-sized ruby ​​on the hilt.

Not far away, Felix's eyes froze. Is that... the sword of Gryffindor?

A symbol of courage and faith in the Big Four of Hogwarts Gryffindor?

He turned his head and stared at Dumbledore, is that what you want to confirm?

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to his eyes, his eyes fell on the basilisk through the half-moon glasses, his lips opened and closed silently.

This made Felix faintly feel that something was wrong, it was a very strange feeling. In his sight, the magic of the Basilisk, Harry and Hermione is very prominent, but there seems to be something more on the field.

Under the phantom body curse, he curled his fingers and gently touched the center of his eyebrows. In an instant, the color of all the scenes in front of him melted and faded.

Only black, white and grey remain.

Felix looked at the battlefield ahead, and under his calm face, the stormy waves were surging.

In his field of vision, three steps to the left, a huge source of magic power was burning like a blazing sun, that was Dumbledore. From his feet, the magic spread out a line, and the other end of the line connected to the ground below the basilisk.

There are huge magical fluctuations hidden there. From his unique perspective, the ground is like water waves, surging and undulating.

what is this?

Did Dumbledore make a secret move?

It looked like some kind of Transfiguration, but he had never seen such outrageous Transfiguration...

Felix's mood at the moment is very complicated.

It turned out that without his knowledge, Dumbledore had put the basilisk in a cage.

At this moment, Felix doesn't care about the battle situation on the field at all. Perhaps its only value is to play a play with Harry and let Dumbledore see something clearly.